Pincushion Lyrics - Last Night In Town - Every Time I Die

Where the air hangs like the static of a dead end radio 

I'm waiting with a frozen pulse 

Crawl into an empty womb, don't raise these dead 

They've found their God in soil 

Dry scab silhouette's tell the secrets of sewn mouths 

My heart is a sore but even charred faces crack smiles 

Mismanufactured, screaming like some faulty machinery 

The overwhelming inefficiency of infants 

Artificer stead me now, you've sewn a machine 

You've birthed an abortion, the corpse of God is love 

I'm rotting and I'm not yet dead, I'm the king of worms and I'll have your head 

Resurrected roadkill, blueprinted skin, I swear, I've never been here before 

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Everyone but me looks like they've seen a ghost 

All eyes fall on collapsing statues, stop pointing, stop laughing 

There's nothing to see here, everybody try to relax 

Everybody please remain calm 

(I'm not supposed to be here anyway) 

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Divinity doesn't show what the stables hold 

The scalpel proves my faith when he spits through his words 

We traitors share our strings, we're suffocating under makeshift skin 

Pull out the thread, sew on a heart, make peace with dirt